I Can Not Write Tetrameter

WB_Yeats_nd.jpgI can not write tetrameter
Despite three days of dogged tries
Its limiting parameter
Leaves little room to improvise

Where I would add a syllable
Perhaps a rhythmic interplay
It would not be traditional
The count is king and I obey

Iambically I roll along
A heavy step after a light
As found in most religious song
And briefly in Midsummer’s Night

So take it back, your fours and eights
Your dirges dusty poets jot
I am no William Butler Yeats
He liked to count, but I do not

by Heather Emme


To read all the #verseday poems, click here. To read my twitter poems, click here.

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